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I rest in a chair by the ravine,
looking for clues to everything.
I’m not looking that hard,
all I do is sit around
and wait for the truth
to waltz its way into my brain.
I have no one to blame,
I smoke a cigar and drink champagne
Hoping everything will go away
I’m confused, lonely and depressed
But this world is but a sham, a fake.